Happy Birthday, Dr. Ralph Stanley (February 25, 1927 - June 23, 2016)!
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i wonder how many people's gay awakening was with mizu.... if I wasn't already a raging bisexual i would've 100% started questioning myself after watching bes CUZ HELLO ?? mizu is everything I've ever dreamed about 🤒
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I feel weirded out when ppl I love and trust and feel comfortable with say some out-of-pocket shit bc I like a character they like............. um. okay
like I'll just say something like "oh this one's hot", "I liked their [insert whatever]", "kinda wife material tbh" and they, without missing a single beat and in the most deadass tone, go "u don't even know them", "they're mine", "u can't like them they're my favorite" like OKAY. UM. DAMN.
I know ppl grow attachments to fictional characters and they relate to them and to a certain degree it's cute and fun and cool but.......... can I not form an opinion abt a character now?? can I not consume media casually?? what are u a preschooler who gets mad when u wanna play superheroes and u both choose the same one?? like why are u whining and low-key arguing with me abt a person that doesn't exist??
like ur a 20 something y.o giving me the stink eye cuz I said Jill's kinda hot even tho I've never played resident evil and I just formed that opinion abt her from the movie I just saw. are u. insane rn.
looking at them like this tbh
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In all fairness having been in college for so long confirms to me that I very much want to be a fiction writer and not an actual historian but still, I'll always take a lot of pride in my knowledge of medieval history and base a big part of my identity around it and if Mr. B. says I can call myself an historian I probably will, what can I say
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Billy strings austin texas 6.3.23
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It starts with the low call of the mourning doves.
The day is the coolest it will be and the shadows creep along the street as they run from the sun. It's always a distinct smell that lingers in the air, but one that can only be described as summer. Harkening back to the days of your youth, to long days spent doing nothing while complaining about the heat, to laughs shared with your friends while doing stupid shit, to tears shed because of sunburns and exhaustion.
Your body carries with it memories that you have since forgotten, memories that can return at the drop of a hat thanks to the specific combination of the sun on your skin and the call of the doves and the intro to that hit song from years ago. The particular sound of ice clinking against your cup or the feel of juice dripping down your chin after biting into a piece of your favorite fruit or the smell of chlorine or salt or dirt, mixing into a body of water that hits you just right.
It starts with the low call of the mourning doves, piercing your heart with stunning precision, knocking the breath from your lungs, even if just for a moment.
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My aunt sending me pictures like this from home while over here we're stuck in the dreariest, coldest, wettest fall 2.0 weather with the ice and leftover snow only now slowly starting to melt is a special kind of torture...... 😭😭😭
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peter pan and tinker bell, which way to never never land?
emerald city's gone to hell
since the wizard blew off his command
on the streets you hear the voices
lost children, crocodiles
you're not into
making choices, wicked witches
poppy fields or men behind the curtain
tiger lilies, ruby slippers
clock is ticking that's for certain
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